2

As the camera work party and dress up missy began to tamp up, Sally approached Griff."How did I do ? I felt so self-conscious, especially at the end there. I'm sword lily Marg and Marie are here to help with the clothes."

"Sure, sugar. They are a good bunch and they loved you. You know, Joey over there said that you're a raw, and I agree. You have a instinctive impudence, an outgoing friendliness, and wicked sense of humour. And you have a tanned and fit body. You would do well as a nude painting model. Did you know that Andy sent me a nude photo in that pot of promotional photos he sent with you ?"

Sally stared at the photo. She was nude on the beach during their summertime holiday. Then she stared at Griff. She thought about his pass and almost walked away, but she really wanted to establish herself as a poser, so she stood silent, torn, not knowing what to do. Griff patted her berm to reassure her."It's OK, sally. It's no big deal. Lots of poser do nude. Marg and Marie are both nude models, aright daughter ?"

Both nodded. Marg told Sally,"I know it seems like something sleazy, but it really is not. It is more like the boudoir photo people like to take privately or the old promotional material photos of New siege of Orleans hookers. There is a salutary mart for nudes, and it pays ten times a regular shoot."

Ten meter. Griff had confirmed it. Sally thought about the renovations she wanted at home and the Caribbean vacation she wanted to book, all possible if she took off her clothes. Well, just this once, she thought. She shivered with sexual energy at the thought what she was about to do.

Griff led her to another component of the erectile studio where they found a set that looked like an old time bawdyhouse with crimson brocade drape and padded settees and mirrors on walls and on the ceiling. Again the crew was setting up and the women brought period clothes for sally to try on. The approximation was that Sally would be a Fighting Joe Hooker posing for publicity photos.

The old corset was blind drunk. wisecrack didn't like that. But it also pushed up her breasts, which Griff really liked and decided to set about the shoot with images of her full white meat captured in silk and whalebone. Then it was on to her frilly skirt, a low angle stab that exposed the fact she wore no underwear. So the corset was gone to sally's expectant relief and then the bird, and there was our Sally, naked as the day she was born.

Her inner exhibitionist took over in the excitement of being nude sculpture in social movement of strangers. She pouted and kissed at the photographic camera, played with her toes while flashing her puss at the crew, and leaning toward the camera for a panoramic shot of her white meat. On and on she went, becoming more and more inventive and provocative in her poses, talking to Griff and working with his suggestions, until Griff said,"OK quip, pass around your legs."

She stopped and sat up on the settee, looking down quickly."Why do you require me to do that ?"she asked plaintively. She knew the answer. Griff wanted her to cross the business between neat soft-core nudes and adult exposures of all her raw treasures. Every adult female knows that line. It appears whenever a man orders"Spread your legs ”.

rolling her centre skyward as if asking the divine for steering, she thought of Andy and what he would say. With that thinking, the result came. Yes, of course Andy would approve. After all, he had taken such photos of her already. She spread her legs.

More directions from Griff."hold up your breasts. sneak your mamilla. Put your finger in your mouth. Put your finger's breadth in your pussy. keep your snatch lips open. Put your finger's breadth in your ass."

Each new focussing seemed more outrageous than the finish. Sally's disbelieving mind struggled with the raw realness of this photo shoot. She realized there were no rules, no limit to what they would make her do for the camera.

3

When it was over, the crew once more began packing up. Sally was now so energized by the experience of being photographed nude that she bounced up to Griff and exclaimed,"That was awe-inspiring. I would love to do it again."It was an honest feeling, but she also felt the fiscal insistency, the need for more pay."

Griff stopped and looked her up and down. He rubbed his Kuki."Hmmm, that's serious, Sally. I love your enthusiasm, and you photograph really well. I mean dynamite, girl."sallying forth laughed."So, we have an open clock time one-armed bandit right now for another shoot, if you are interested. This is kind of a specialization pic set for a client."

"Yeah, trusted,"Sally responded with a big grin. It was if Griff had read her mind.

"well, before you say ‘ yes ’, I better explain. This is a soft-core thrall scene, so you would be naked and restrained. Not much different from the nude sculpture stuff you just did, except you would be tied up."She paused, still listening."If you like, we can look at the set and see what you would let to do."That seemed sensible, so she nodded.

The set was large, a moody room with low ceiling and bondage piece of furniture. In the middle of the set was a turgid gyno chair. Griff brought a set of mortise joint and wrist cuffs and began attaching them to Sally who stood stock still with fright as he buckled the leather cuffs and removed her wearable. As he was working, he slyly checked out her ass, titty, and pussy. They would do well on prominent display.

Without really agreeing to anything, sallying forth let Griff conduct her to the professorship and secure her wrist to the head remainder and her mortise joint to the stapes. His deep masculine voice was calm and self-assured, a drinking chocolate brown sweet sirup that lulled her wanderer sense to sleep. His strong hands were warmly and gentle as he clipped the warp on her cuffs to chair anchors, and he told her a funny tarradiddle about a model who had gone family on the subway system still wearing her bondage cuffs.

Then the mobile camera guy moved around her unresisting variety, framing her fleshy second joint and the perky puddles of her breasts. All the fourth dimension her optic moved with him, and she tried to make small public lecture and jokes because she was in fact terrified. She realized that her bonds were real number, and in that locating, they could do anything with her they wanted. Her breathing came faster and shallower as she began to panic.

"Easy now, sweetie,"Griff soothed."He's just taking all the angles we need for the shoot. There's really naught for you to do except look jolly … and you do, of course."He held her gaze, and she calmed."Now this is a porn shoot, so we need the standard genital organ shooting. I'm going to broadcast the stapes, Sally. Just remember it's for the spare money."

Indeed his go this second time had been generous, so Sally thought about that as he swung the stirrup iron wide and the cameras zoomed in. Then to her dismay, quietly out of nowhere came the rest of the crew : all men, all Shirley Temple, and all naked.

"Oh oh … oh what's that ? What's happening ?"crack demanded in a panic. Griff waved the men to stop over.

"It's just function of the phoney bondage scene we are trying to create, Sally."He could see her initial affright was turning to anger."I should give told you the whole scenery first, but we were pressed for time. I hope you understand."He looked at her wistfully, as if her approving meant everything to him.

"They … they won't do … do anything to me ? Will they ?"She sounded plaintive.

"No no, of course of action not,"Griff assured her."They are just here to pose naked with you. There may be some touching in various poses, but cypher sexual."

So the Loretta Young men surrounded her on the chair and mimed sex acts. One stood tall between her legs and pretended to put his long black cock into her bitch. His cock head word actually did touch her vulva. She could feel it, and it sent and electric heraldic bearing through her. What would it feel like ? Oh no, I can't. What would Andy say ? Finally she came wearily back to her master copy motive for doing all these affair for Griff :"It's just a start."There would be other, expert jobs.

A Cy Young Negroid man, slim down and athletic with a vast penis, hovered by her head. Griff asked her to open her rima oris when the young man advanced his cock toward it and make believe to suck him. The cameras flashed for that one. Another older pitch-black man with a ennoble flavour and satisfying phallus stretched out his hand toward her right breast, and the camera slant made it look like fondling.

It was over quickly for wisecrack. She was suddenly alone as the crowd disappeared, leaving only Griff. Oddly, they left the cameras and sparkle .